OH! WHAT A DIFFERENCE IN THE MORNING.
Written by Norton Atkins. Composed by Felix McGlennon.
I'll sing of the curious sights that we see
At night, at night;
They're awfully funny, I think you'll agree,
At night, at night.
There's Johnny, the waiter, who hasn't much cash,
He likes with his pals to appear very flash.
So he calls for champagne, and he cuts such a dash,
At night, at night.
Chorus.
But oh! don't his head ache in the morning,
Then comes repentance with the dawning,
It's twice its usual size, and he's got two fine black eyes,
And he's glad to get a seltzer in the morning.
There are ladies who go for a walk up Broadway
At night, at night;
Their figures are handsome, they seem very gay,
At night, at night.
Their waists are so dainty, complexion so new,
And tootsies so neat in a number two shoe,
With hair of such delicate straw-colored hue,
At night, at night.
Chorus.
But, oh! what a difference in the morning,
What an alteration with the dawning;
Observe her in her room, on her checks there's little bloom,
And her hair lies on the table in the morning.
And then there's the frivolous, gay married man
At night, at night;
To tell what he gets at, is part of my plan,
At night, at night.
With plenty of money He goes on a booze,
He meets some old pals, and they have a carouse,
And when be gets home on the door-step he'll snooze,
At night, at night.
Chorus.
But, oh! what a difference In the morning.
Then comes repentance with the dawning;
Tho' he's very, very dry, for a drink he'd vainly cry,
For his wife's been thru' his pockets In the morning.